Colors Lyrics – Remble

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Don’t even think about it, bro, just keep going
Let ’em find out who it was, they gon’ be on you
You don’t got your phone with you and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one, you know who told ’em (Damn)
You don’t have to pass the weed, I am not smoking
I’m like rocket off of colors, I am not joking
I told that boy don’t take the burner if he not blowing
I seen you post yo’ dead homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you served me on the ‘gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blick, he thought it’s not yours
Remember plug went out of glockies then I bought toys
My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like chuck norris
Remember hopping out with- (Tch), feeling fantastic
I tried to get to him faster, but it was bad traffic
Ran back to the whip out of breath like I was a asthmatic
He was stretched out on the ground with his arms crossed like the black panther
Freedom-, them other guys really can’t stand ’em
If they don’t want any trouble they better sit down then
Like go and get you a trophy when you go down there
Free cowboy, free breezy, man, free the grand kids
If you gon’ drive your whip take off the plates
If you didn’t pass for 20 or better, that’s not a safe
My big homie in his 50s, I witnessed him hit a gate
We spin again and spin again and spin again until we came

Don’t even think about it, bro, just keep going
Let ’em find out who it was, they gon’ be on you
You don’t got your phone with you and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one, you know who told ’em (Damn)
You don’t have to pass the weed, I am not smoking
I’m like rocket off of colors, I am not joking
I told that boy don’t take the burner if he not blowing
I seen you post yo’ dead homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you served me on the ‘gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blick, he thought it’s not yours
Remember plug went out of glockies then I bought toys

My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like chuck norris

We don’t care about they side, they he felt the bullets hit his body, but he just kept jogging
Ride ’round with , he down for crashing 4’s
You gotta come to the pitch, try to get your day clear
Take ’em to daycare
Seen his momma with me sliding, we did not care
He kept on trolling on the ‘gram then got his ass killed
That n!gga tripping, turn you evil when you in the field
God on my shoulder, but the devil tryna interfere
I heard they caught him out of state, thought he was in the clear
I had to bring it in the club, ’cause my life can’t be shorten
I’on gotta pass my gun, we gon’ keep scoring
All they friends keep on dying, they tears keep pouring
Pj walked , so we gon’ keep pouring
Only talking ’bout the money, everything else I’m ignoring
I’ll slide on myself, i’on care who not going

Don’t even think about it, bro, just keep going
Let ’em find out who it was, they gon’ be on you
You don’t got your phone with you and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one, you know who told ’em (Damn)
You don’t have to pass the weed, I am not smoking
I’m like rocket off of colors, I am not joking
I told that boy don’t take the burner if he not blowing
I seen you post yo’ dead homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you served me on the ‘gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blick, he thought it’s not yours
Remember plug went out of glockies then I bought toys
My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like chuck norris

Yeah, this load on your b!tch-ass
Gang can never see parole ’cause your snitch-ass
2 tone fnf, think that hoe mismatch
Want no credit for that body though we did that
I just popped a half of uzi, lil’ bro sober
If you freeze up on the skit, you get a cold shoulder
I need no holster
This a throw away but I’m the put your patna in this semi for the dope smokers
Popping bottles on my story, mean he’s no longer
Try to tag me on the ‘gram if you ain’t toe tagging
Since my brother passed away, we give no passes
Get away with snatching chains when you soul snatching
Your big homie ain’t no fella, he’s a coke addict
They keep catching me with ratchets, I do no lacking
So it’s fu*k bobby and danny
Don’t even think about it, bro, just keep going
Let ’em find out who it was, they gon’ be on you
You don’t got your phone with you and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one, you know who told ’em (Damn)
You don’t have to pass the weed, I am not smoking
I’m like rocket off of colors, I am not joking
I told that boy don’t take the burner if he not blowing
I seen you post yo’ dead homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you served me on the ‘gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blick, he thought it’s not yours
Remember plug went out of glockies then I bought toys
My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like chuck norris